My youngest son woke me up a few nights ago.
I could hear his laughter echo from across the hall. It began with a chuckle; then moved to a string of giggles; soon his cackle filled the entire upstairs. I was envious of his happy dreams.
The next morning, I asked my son about this middle of the night joy-fest and a slow smile came to his lips. “In my dream, I was playing with Pollyanna,” he said.
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I could hear his laughter echo from across the hall. It began with a chuckle; then moved to a string of giggles; soon his cackle filled the entire upstairs. I was envious of his happy dreams.
The next morning, I asked my son about this middle of the night joy-fest and a slow smile came to his lips. “In my dream, I was playing with Pollyanna,” he said.
My conclusion: That’s one good movie wto share...